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But Time oft scap'd them in the shades of Night;
And was in Princes Closets oft conceal'd,
And hid in Battels smoke; so what they write
Of Courts and Camps, is oft by guess reveal'd.
But Time oft scap'd them in the shades of Night;
And was in Princes Closets oft conceal'd,
And hid in Battels smoke; so what they write
Of Courts and Camps, is oft by guess reveal'd.
63.
Near these, Physitians stood; who but reprieve
Life like a Judge, whom greater pow'r does aw;
And cannot an Almighty pardon give;
So much yields Subject Art to Nature's Law.
Near these, Physitians stood; who but reprieve
Life like a Judge, whom greater pow'r does aw;
And cannot an Almighty pardon give;
So much yields Subject Art to Nature's Law.
64.
And not weak Art, but Nature we upbraid,
When our frail essence proudly we take ill;
Think we are rob'd, when first we are decay'd,
And those were murder'd whom her law did kill.
And not weak Art, but Nature we upbraid,
When our frail essence proudly we take ill;
Think we are rob'd, when first we are decay'd,
And those were murder'd whom her law did kill.
95.
Now they refresh, after this long survay,
With pleasant Poets, who the Soul sublime;
Fame's Heraulds, in whose Triumphs they make way;
And place all those whom Honour helps to climb.
Now they refresh, after this long survay,
With pleasant Poets, who the Soul sublime;
Fame's Heraulds, in whose Triumphs they make way;
And place all those whom Honour helps to climb.
66.
And he, who seem'd to lead this ravish'd Race,
Was Heav'ns lov'd Laureat, that in Jewry writ;
Whose Harp approach'd Gods Ear, though none his Face
Durst see, and first made inspiration, wit.
And he, who seem'd to lead this ravish'd Race,
Was Heav'ns lov'd Laureat, that in Jewry writ;
Whose Harp approach'd Gods Ear, though none his Face
Durst see, and first made inspiration, wit.
67.
And his Attendants, such blest Poets are,
As make unblemish'd Love, Courts best delight;
And sing the prosp'rous Battels of just War;
By these the loving, Love, and valiant, fight.
And his Attendants, such blest Poets are,
As make unblemish'd Love, Courts best delight;
And sing the prosp'rous Battels of just War;
By these the loving, Love, and valiant, fight.
68.
O hireless Science! and of all alone
The liberal! Meanly the rest each State
In pension treats, but this depends on none;
Whose worth they rev'rendly forbear to rate.
O hireless Science! and of all alone
The liberal! Meanly the rest each State
In pension treats, but this depends on none;
Whose worth they rev'rendly forbear to rate.
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